The moonlight makes shadows dance across the lawn and fills the valleys between the hills in my backyard with pools of silken darkness. Dew is gathering on the grass, and I am walking in the cool beneath the fruit trees watching the fireflies spark like stars in the expanse of land around me. When I step on blossoms fallen from the flowering fruit trees, perfume fragrances my skin.
The forest line rises to my left. The creek gurgles quietly as it snakes its way through the woods. A large splotch of soft shadow just ahead surrounded by the lyrical sound of bullfrogs singing to the stars marks out the boundaries of the pond. The house is a simple silhouette behind me, and the moon is high in the sky behind it. I know this place, and, in this moment, I am part of the land.
The heartbeat of the earth wells within me as I taste spring burst under my tongue. The midnight wind rises in the west and trails its ivory fingers across the milky way. Music livens the sky. My soul sheds its skin and stands to dance.